*CHAPTER 22 - The Mystery of the Hair Clip is Solved*

*CHAPTER 22 - The Mystery of the Hair Clip is Solved - 
_1 hour later..._
_Ömer and his group returned to where it all began, Kazım Kaynak Anatolian High School. It was clear from their faces how tense they were, how they didn't want to be here. The rusty gate of the school was half-open, creaking in the wind like it was breathing. Even the smell of mold and chalk coming from inside felt ominous now, like the school remembered them and was angry they came back._
_Erkan tries to break the fear with a joke, but his voice cracks._
_ERKAN:_"May our expedition be blessed, guys"
_SIMGE (nervous, whisper):_"Guys?"
_ERKAN (correcting himself quickly, forcing a smile):_"May our expedition be blessed, guys and girls. Sorry, old habits."
_No one laughs. The whole class entered the school with silent steps, like thieves in their own school. Everyone had a flashlight, batteries half-dead, flickering. And Ömer and Simge each had a walkie-talkie, static hissing._
_Inside, the hallway is dark even though it's day outside. The lights never worked on this floor._
_They split into two groups after a quick, tense whisper argument. Ömer, Erkan in one group; Simge, Mehmet, Abdülkadir in the other group. After their own arguments, they decided that Ömer's group would search the basement and archive floor - the darkest part - and Simge's group would search the upper floors where it's safer._
_ABDULKADIR (mumbling):_"Why do we always get the creepy part..."
_OMER:_"Because you complain the least when you are scared. Come on."
_As Simge's group went up to the first floor, their flashlights scanning lockers, old posters, the floor... something catches Simge's eye. A tiny shine._
_The hair clip under the radiator. Still there. Weeks later. It was dusty but still shining, pink, with a little strawberry on it. The kind Beyza always wore since middle school._
_Simge kneels. Her hand trembles. She examines the clip for a long time, doesn't touch it at first. Then picks it up like evidence._
_SIMGE (voice shaking):_"Guys... isn't this our Beyza's clip? The one she never takes off?"
_Mehmet comes closer, looks at the clip for a long time, turns it in his hand. Dust falls off._
_MEHMET:_"Yes... it looks like it. Yes, it is. I remember Buğra bought it for her birthday."
_Although Abdülkadir was silent, his face goes white. He remembers the photo Beyza had shown in the group chat two weeks ago, smiling with the clip on. His eyes widen._
_ABDULKADIR:_"Yes, it's definitely that clip. Remember the photo Beyza showed. But... why is it here? Under the radiator? Like someone... dragged her?"
_A cold wind blows from the end of the hallway, even though all windows are closed._
_1 DAY AGO - FLASHBACK - THE DAY IT HAPPENED_
_Kerem, Beyza, Erkan, Buğra were waiting for Haydarcan and Cenk in front of Kazım Kaynak Anatolian High School. Afternoon sun, normal day, kids shouting from the yard. Nothing suggests horror._
_ERKAN (holding his stomach):_"I'm hungry, I'll go to the market and come back, you wait here. I swear I'll die if I don't eat."
_BUGRA:_"Wait bro I'll come too, I'm hungry too. Beyza do you want anything? Chips? Chocolate?"
_BEYZA (smiling faintly, playing with her hair clip):_"No thanks Buğra. Just come fast."
_KEREM (annoyed, looking at his phone):_"Hurry up, don't waste time. Haydarcan said 5 minutes, it's been 20."
_Buğra and Erkan had left the school entrance and were going to the market across the street, arguing about what to buy. Kerem and Beyza were left alone, waiting together for Haydarcan and Cenk to come out. An awkward silence._
_Beyza looks at the school building. Something feels off. The 1st floor windows are too dark._
_BEYZA:_"I better go check on them. Maybe they fell asleep in class again."
_KEREM:_"Are you crazy Beyza, like those two idiots? They are probably smoking in the bathroom. Let them."
_BEYZA:_"What will happen Kerem, I won't be alone inside anyway, Haydarcan and Cenk are also there. Two minutes."
_And she starts walking towards the school entrance door. Her footsteps echo. Kerem turns his head for just a second to check if Erkan and Buğra are coming back, waving at them._
_That one second is enough._
_Meanwhile, Ahmet was watching what was happening from the dark window of the 1st floor. He wasn't breathing. He was waiting. The moment Beyza started to go up to the 1st floor, alone, he moves._
_He appears behind her like a shadow detaching from the wall. No sound. One hand covers her mouth so tightly she can't even gasp. The other arm wraps around her waist and lifts her off the ground. Beyza struggles, kicks, her shoe almost falls._
_During the struggle, while being carried towards the basement stairs, Beyza's pink hair clip snaps off, falls, slides... and goes under the radiator. She sees it fall. Her eyes scream. Ahmet doesn't notice. Or he doesn't care. He is especially careful not to let Kerem see it, taking advantage of Kerem turning his head for a moment, he quickly goes down the stairs, taking two steps at a time, and takes her to the basement._
_The basement was airless, damp, with mold stains on the walls shaped like faces, a single bulb swaying faintly, casting moving shadows. It smells like earth and rust. No one ever comes here. That's why he chose it._
_He throws her down. Not hard, but cold. He ties Beyza's hands and feet with old electrical cable, tapes her mouth with black tape so tight her cheeks hurt, and then... he takes out something from his pocket. A seal. Not a normal seal. It looks like a demon with a long tongue, laughing. He seals her forehead with it. The moment the seal touches her skin, Beyza's eyes roll back, she stops struggling. She is awake, but trapped inside her own body._
_After finishing his job, he stands up, wipes his hands like he finished cleaning, and heads towards the 3rd floor to the classroom where Haydarcan and Cenk are, that is 11/C. His footsteps are calm now. No hurry._
_Just as he is about to close the heavy, iron basement door, he looks back at Beyza, lying in the dark, only the swaying bulb light on her face, the seal glowing faintly on her forehead._
_He smiles. The first real smile he had in years._
_AHMET (whisper, almost tender):_"It's time to pay the price, Beyza. Not you. Them. They will pay for making you choose that poşet."
_He closes the door. Click._
_And upstairs, Kerem still waits outside, checking his phone, thinking Beyza is still inside talking to Haydarcan and Cenk. He has no idea that under the radiator, a pink strawberry clip is already getting dusty._